[Cecil's there, waiting--he'll wait forever if he has to--with Ballou curled around his shoulder area and Delora hovering behind. He's waited for too long--almost a year to see Carlos in the flesh, and now that he's finally getting what he wants, it all seems too surreal.
He wants to weep tears of joy, but his eyes are as dry as a vast desert hellscape.
So he raises his hand and waves, gently, to see if Carlos can see him at the station.]
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He wants to weep tears of joy, but his eyes are as dry as a vast desert hellscape.
So he raises his hand and waves, gently, to see if Carlos can see him at the station.]